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// okay i've realized it's hit the point where it's difficult for me to switch between two separate blogs, so i need to put Spidey back on a HIATUS for the time being.
find me on my multi / main blog - plasticsouled - for the time being!
there are no multiples of Allan. he's just Allan.
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// real sorry for just vanishing here-- my main focus is always my multi muse blog and it's fully consumed my attention.
I'm not sure yet if I need to put Spidey back on a small hiatus, I'll decide by end of the week.
// i managed to do two drafts here on Spidey, but now i noticed that it’s after ten rip i have to get ready for bed bc... work tomorrow. i’ll try to do more here after work tomorrow, as well as on my multi! g’night!
( rage-reloaded )
A bout of laughter and a ’ Haha, he called you stupid! ’ came from her henshin bracelet, immediately silenced by her giving it a swift whack against a wall. Poppy could keep her comments to herself while she was acting the part of living battery.
Kumo walked to the edge of the building they were keeping watch from, crouching down and cradling her chin in her hands. Her spidey sense hummed as she observed the men moving unmarked boxes out of the storage buildings and into trucks. Surely there was more to it than just that if it was bothering her like this.
〈✤🕷✤〉 ❝Well we can’t exactly just go in and start beating them up, I know that much. ❞ She glanced up towards him, ❝Any ideas, senpai? ❞
“Technically, I called ALL Spider-People stupid. Myself included.” Peter corrected with a point of his finger, before waving his hand dismissively. “If we weren’t a little bit stupid, then we’d never pull some of the stunts we do-- & those stunts save lives!”
“But, right now ...” His attention turned back to the men moving boxes. “We need to think smart. I know you sense it, too -- something’s wrong. But I can’t see what’s setting my Spidey sense off yet ...” Something told him it must be whatever was in those boxes they were loading up.
“We need to think of a way to see what’s inside the boxes they’re moving, ideally unnoticed. I could use some of my trip-mines to lure the goons away & trap them, but we’ll need to do it when none of the others will notice.” He paused, turning his gaze to Kumo. “Ever done a stealth mission, before?”
( stcries )
this couldn’t be more embarrassing if he had tried. he was the leader, the one who was supposed to set an example for the rest of the spiders in this society, putting both his wisdom and strength to good use. he should have been able to free himself from this ridiculous situation on his own, so for the other to walk in on him … thank goodness miguel’s face was covered via his mask, he’d rather peter not see his embarrassed expression.
“hijo de puta!” he swears beneath his breath, still attempting to yank his appendage free from the metal wall behind him, but it wasn’t long before he gave up with another frustrated hiss.
head droops in defeat momentarily but rises slightly at the other’s instructions, gaze slowly drifting towards trapped hand. if this worked, and he made all that fuss for nothing, i swear … taking in another deep breath, movements slow, creaking of metal ringing in the air for a brief moment. slowly, slowly, and finally, POP! out it comes, leaving the gaping hole in the wall behind.
silence, miguel raising hand towards his face, flexing fingers and claws momentarily. “… this stays between us, a word to anyone, and you’re dead.”
Peter just stood there, albeit a bit awkwardly, as he watched Miguel try out his suggestion. If it didn’t work, he had a feeling that anger the other Spider was exhibiting might be turned around on HIM for a bad suggestion ... god please let it work.
Just as he was about to open his mouth & suggest something else, the other’s fist popped free from the hole in the wall.
“Oh, hey-- it worked! I mean, uh ... I knew it would work!” He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. He was quickly shut up again as Miguel spoke, & his hands raised in front of him. “Not a word. Not a single word. But, heh, what lie would you LIKE me to say when I head back out? Because I’m not the only one who heard you ... struggling in here.”
There was a moment of pause, then he snapped his fingers. “Oh, I know! I could say you were just working out ... lifting your elevated platform with your, I dunno, legs or something. Slip in a ‘never skip leg day’ comment, & then be on my way.”
“You’re sure you’re not just pulling my leg?”
“Hey now, watch where you’re pointing that thing.”
“This stress eats at my soul– I can’t tell if I’m breathing at all …”
“The movies led me to believe all superheroes were billionaire playboys. Why movies? Why do you hate me?”
I'LL NEVER GET TIRED OF THIS FUCKING MEME🤣🤣🤣
I also just love how it escalates🤣🤣
my holes aren't a curse ... they're the ANSWER!
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Peyton did as instructed, taking in a deep breath before they slowly let it out. Pete was right, seemed like he usually was. Miguel believed in them. They didn’t know why, but they trusted Miguel. And if Miguel trusted Peyton, well - you get the idea. “Right, you’re right. Spider and a bee.” Peyton adjusted their fluffy hood, as if shaking off their jitters.
“I just wish he’d calm down.” They admitted, gesturing to the glitching Rhino below. “I mean, I get he’s scared. But it’d be a lot easier to send him home if he wasn’t freaking out.”
“You’d be freaking out, too, if you were suddenly in a world very similar to yours, but was clearly not your universe.” But, they were right. This Rhino was in a panicked state, & as a result was making a MESS of the city. If they didn’t get a handle on the situation soon, someone was going to get seriously hurt.
“We need to stop her quickly, & without causing anymore damage to this dimension than has already been caused. Got any ideas of our best course of action?” Technically, Peter should be giving Peyton orders -- but that wasn’t his mentoring style. He wanted to give them a chance to use their ideas, not just tell them what to do.
( stcries )
quite frankly, with the struggling groans and huffs that left the man’s vocal cords, it was only a matter of time before someone came in to check, but oh that was the last thing miguel wanted to happen. and why was that? because he had quite possibly done the stupidest thing he’s ever done. outbursts of anger and annoyance were quite frequent with this spider, and almost everybody at hq knew this. but how he’d chosen to express this anger, it could not have been any worse.
“no no no no, don’t come in!-” his own voice was quick to shout back, movements becoming more frantic as he tried to free himself, but it was too late. and just what had peter walked in on? a grown man with his hand stuck in a perfectly fist sized hole in the wall. there’s silence, followed my a long, drawn out sigh. “… okay maybe a little.”
Of course Peter heard the absolute noise coming from Miguel’s so-called office, many other Spiders did, too. A few of them played rock paper scissors to see who had to go check on him -- Earth-1048 Pete lost. He tried to insist on best 2 our of 3, but nobody would go for it.
He had no idea what to expect going in there, but it definitely wasn’t ... this.
“Uuuh ...” Eyes on his mask grew a little wider as he looked from Miguel, to his fist stuck in the wall. A very brief, almost choked, laugh escaped him before he quickly turned it into him clearing his throat. “The wall owe you money, or something?” Maybe not the wisest decision to make a joke with Miguel, especially given his current predicament, but Peter was, well, Peter! Cracking jokes was in his Spidey genes.
“Look at your arm, the whole thing is tensed. Try relaxing your muscles, maybe? Relax your hand-- then sorta wiggle it out.”
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“I think about the end just way too much.” With everything going on, Peter found himself thinking about it more & more. Especially after losing Aunt May ... he had no family left. & it was probably just a common thing to think about, with this line of work. He often tried to be jokey with the other Spider-Persons, but some days Pete just couldn’t get out of his own head.
morning guys! who’s ready for their hot fresh cup of bodily harm? gotta warn you, i’m feeling punchy today.
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